Seeing the posters around town, Summer nearly smacked her forehead with annoyance. Sh-t! Sheíd been remiss in welcoming Katherine to Azhi what, like, a hundred weeks ago? Space cadet. To punctuate her point, Summer stuck two prerolledís into an envelope, complete with note scribbled on a scrap of Curious George stationary (What! She found it in the junk drawer in the Azhi compound).

Katherine:
I saw your face all over town and that reminded me- I never sent a welcome to you! How impossibly rude of me. Please forgive the oversight- my manners are all self taught and well, sometimes I miss a few things. Now, onto the important stuff- inside the envelope youíll find two generously stuffed prerolledís. One strain is Pennywise- a personal favorite of mine when I donít want to get TOO silly, but want to chill. Then its opposite- the one with the light orange filter is Fire OG. Itís intense. And long lasting. Did I mention intense? Donít leave this one out around kids. Damn, thatíd be a waste.
Anyway, welcome!

Derek smirks when the woman finally appears, easily catching her and holding her onto him as he steps further into the room. This filthy broad. Carelessly, he presses his face into her hair before sinking down into his La-Z-Boy recliner (no judgment, okay?). "You can smoke whatever you want, whenever you want," he mutters between kisses pressed to her cheek and chin.

KitKat
Nothing comes between our playtime.
Except for when I set fire to myself and lose all my hair.
She didnít mention that, though, did she... brat.
But yes, I do have a new toy.
Still in those early stages where you want to play with it all the time.

Dropping his bag at the door to his cabin, Derek would walk further inside with heavy steps, glazed eyes surveying the space. Sniffing, he grins. "Fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the scent of my ghosty woman."

KitKat
Spaghetti Man? Donít tell me, I want to hear this in person.
My new crew is in Russia! Mack got me an in with her place, and I might be in love with the leader. Or just really turned on.
Send me your address when you get to where youíre going. Iíll send care packages, with love, from Moscow.
Got it, one make out session, regards from you.
Aaaand, briefly. I think he likes me.
I absolutely adore him.

Derek whips around. He'd heard the footsteps before he smelled her coming, and what he was gereted with was anything but disappointing. F-cking beautiful. The man wastes no time in scoopnig the woman up, pulling her tightly to his chest.

Ghostie
Have I told you how much I appreciate you?
There are no real wild horses. Somewhere, yes.
But I don't have any. I have employees named Steve and Bob.
I call them all Steve or Bob.
No idea what their real names are.
Once I'm done with all this legal stuff, we can do whatever you want.

"He probably is. Broski hasn't had a lot of luck in the lady department. It only makes sense that he'd want to try something different. And let's be honest, there is no better man that me." Derek sinks down beside Katherine, perfectly content. This is great. Better than great. This is surely puppy love.

"He's probably extra mad because he can't get naked. You know, 'cause of the twins. But I can. You can. We can do whatever we want, and he's stuck in his tightie whities." Chuckling, Derek takes a sip of the beer in hand, considering just how great his life really is.

Derek blinks, staring at Katherine as if she'd just bestowed upon him the sweetest of gifts. This woman, he swears, is really just him... but female. And possibly, hotter. It's a hard feat, but it is possible. Without a so much as a second thought, he pulls out his phone. But not before giving her explicit instructions.

High Ghost Friend
I love my brother. It's great.
I get to make him miserable and he has to still love me.
The Da Vinci Load? Inrearendence Day?
Inspect Her Gadget is my favorite.
Smoke all you want. I have a farm.
Just to be clear... you're moving in?

High Ghost Friend
Tell me something I don't already know.
Eating Wes's food and walking around his place naked.
I hot boxed his bedroom, too.
He'll kick me out by the end of the week.
His uniform stinks.
How's the stash?